Tag Archives: What Pegman Saw

What Pegman Saw: I Revere Thee

Posted on May 27, 2019 by crispina kemp

To leave a life of wealth and power And enter a sea of suffering and pain To wander, begging bowl in hand While its cause and cure to find; Enlightenment at last beneath a tree: For these reasons I revere … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Maureen Applegate’s Black Bastard

Posted on May 20, 2019 by crispina kemp

To see him stood like a sentinel beside his suitcase, a photo clutched to his chest, brought unstoppable tears to Maureen’s eyes. ‘That, my boy,’ his father had said, ‘is where we’re to live.’ ‘Now you remember,’ Maureen told him. … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Stones for the Dead

Posted on May 13, 2019 by crispina kemp

Wood is for the living; stone for the dead. That’s the old way. Yes, Papa, but if we keep chopping down trees and grubbing them up, there’ll be nothing left but the ancestral stones. My boy, my boy, we honour … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Aspire to the Sky

Posted on May 6, 2019 by crispina kemp

Aspire to the sky, O cathedral of glass Built by the broken backs of the mass Acquisition of money-begotten Aspirations of first-settlers forgotten Ye clever creed of Krafted-Plate Written for What Pegman Saw According to Wikipedia, this magnificent cathedral of … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Different Times

Posted on April 29, 2019 by crispina kemp

Different times Different places Different people With different life-courses So many ways to live a life So many triggers to needless strife. Written for What Pegman Saw

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What Pegman Saw: Semjaza’s Descent

Posted on April 22, 2019 by crispina kemp

This wasn’t his first tour of duty; he’d been stationed here twice, though it was his first visit to this southern continent. He shuddered and quivered: his body’s rebellion. How did the grey techs do it? It wasn’t only the … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Portland Bill

Posted on April 15, 2019 by crispina kemp

Portland Bill built a still in his cellar deep Asked his ally, Emerald Sally, his secret for to keep She kept it well, she dug a well, his moonshine for to store All was fine till the cops saw the … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: This Warm Place

Posted on April 8, 2019 by crispina kemp

This Tiflis, this Thilisi; this warm place. Where to Tamar once the farmers gave their grain Where Jason, seeking a golden fleece, a wife did gain Where the sacred fires of Zarathustra burned And initiates of the celestial Mithras turned … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Piss-Poor Pete

Posted on April 1, 2019 by crispina kemp

I have a soft spot for Piss-Poor Pete. Born to penniless parents, far from a beach in Northern Territory; cut school early to earn a living; couldn’t find work so joined the army; broke his back vaulting a horse and … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Pixie Led

Posted on March 25, 2019 by crispina kemp

The pixie lit upon my bed and whispered softly near my head ‘If come with me this moonlit night I’ll show a wonder to delight.’ Then up I got and followed true, through woods, o’er moor, across the blue, to … Continue reading →

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